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    Logan’s stomach tightened. He’d driven one of the company trucks to that San Antonio hotel, and if Reese had gotten a glimpse of it, then that could explain how she’d found him. Of course, he’d been on the cover of several Texas magazines, too, so perhaps that’s how she had made the connection.
    â€œYou’re not going to tell me what this is really about, are you?” Lucky asked.
    Finally a question where Logan wouldn’t have to lie. “No. I need to talk to Della,” he said, heading for the kitchen.
    Logan didn’t have to ask if that’s where Della was. He followed the scent of something cinnamon-y to the kitchen and found her taking some fresh bread from the oven. Perhaps an attempt to cover up the bull crap outside, and if so, it was working.
    â€œWell, this is a surprise,” Della said. It managed to sound like a greeting and a scolding all at once. A scolding because it’d been a while since he’d been home. “Great news about Lucky and Cassie, huh? She went to the garden to find Stella to tell her. You okay with this?”
    â€œOf course.”
    â€œOkay with the ring, too?” Della pressed.
    â€œOf course.” Logan moved closer and thanked her when Della cut off a piece of the hot bread for him.
    â€œSo, was it lucky timing that you were here for the proposal?” Della continued.
    Logan took a second, bobbling the hot bread in his hand and blowing on it. “Bert mentioned you were having something catered? Are you doing that for Lucky and Cassie?”
    â€œFor Mia. It’s her fifth birthday in two weeks, and she wanted a fairy-princess tea party. I thought I’d have Reese do it.”
    Reese?
    So, they were on a first-name basis. Logan wanted to ask how that’d happened, but Della had an even better radar than Lucky. Logan definitely didn’t want her thinking there was something going on between Reese and him.
    â€œShe’s got experience doing kids’ parties?” Logan asked.
    â€œDon’t know about that, but everybody in town is talking about what a good cook she is. She made these lemon thingies that folks are going on about.”
    â€œYeah, I heard. But does she have experience doing kids’ parties?” he repeated.
    â€œDon’t know, but she’s obviously got experience baking. I’m having her do a cake and make some party food. She’ll be kinda busy what with Maggie’s female problems .” Della whispered those last two words as if it were some kind of secret. It wasn’t. Then she paused, nibbled on a piece of the cinnamon bread. “So, any word from Helene?”
    Logan had expected the third degree about his own well-being. Not that, though. “No. I won’t hear from her, either.” He waited, figuring there was more.
    There was.
    â€œHer mother, Mary, called me,” Della continued. “We’ve gotten to know each other over the years because of coordinating Helene’s schedule for family events and such. Anyway, I thought you should know that Helene had some kind of mental breakdown. She’s in a hospital in Houston.”
    Suddenly, the bread didn’t taste as sweet as it had a few seconds ago. Logan let the news sink in, and he was thankful that it wasn’t the heart-crushing blow it would have been just three months ago. Still, he wasn’t immune to the news because Helene had been in his life a long time.
    â€œYou want to know any other details?” Della asked.
    Thankfully, Logan didn’t have to make a decision about that because his phone buzzed, and he saw the new text from the PI. The subject was Reese Stephens aka Reese Stephenson.
    So, that explained why the PI had found so little on her during his initial search. Stephenson was her real name. But clearly the PI had learned something else.
    â€œI need to read this,” Logan said to Della, and he went out onto the back